FROM THE "SPECTATOR." 323 



THE HOMING INSTINCT IN 

 DOGS. 



{Aug. 10, 1895.] 



AMONG your numerous dog stories perhaps 

 the following may find a place. I have a 

 Skye terrier puppy, only nine months old. 

 On Thursday afternoon my son and a friend 

 took him from here outside an omnibus to 

 Coleridge's village, Nether Stovvey, nine 

 miles nearly due west. They then walked 

 to another village, Stoke Conrey, three miles 

 to the north. Leaving him outside the 

 church for a few minutes, he had disappeared 

 when they left it, and the only trace of him 

 that could be found was the report of some 

 men who had seen him running over a hill 

 still further to the north. On Friday night, 

 at 12.30, he reappeared at home. He must 

 have either retraced his steps to Nether 

 Stowey, and then come home by the road 

 the omnibus went by, two sides of a triangle, 

 twelve miles, or else come home by the main 

 road from Stoke Conrey, a most complicated 



